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Scissors, Paper, Stone	By : LilMonk Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 6220 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Final ETA 20/11/2017: Officially classified as AU.

ETA 7/10/2005 : Had to edit because of chapter 279.
Disclaimers: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto. I only own this piece of fanfiction.
It is the wedding night of Uchiha and Hyūga, but she is not prepared for what happens next... especially when nothing is as straightforward as it seems. A 'what if' story i.e. assuming that at the time and due to certain factors, Naruto has not yet been captured by Akatsuki, Sasuke and Hinata do get married by a certain age, none of the 3 main characters have died, Sasuke chose to return to Konoha, and there's implied seinen-ai between him and a certain blond.
A/N: The story will contain minor spoilers as I keep up to date with the manga and as of now, there's a hint of chapter 257 where Itachi is concerned. Hopefully all questions will be answered as the story progresses. Thank you for the reviews and concrit, it helps me finetune the details and phrasing. Words in Italics denote primary thoughts.

Scissors, Paper, Stone
It was so quiet.
Not a sound could be heard, save for the faint rustle of paper lanterns ruffled by the wind outside.
Why was he taking so long? This room was unbearably big, larger than her bedroom had been. Slim red candles stood at varying nooks and corners, burning with a steady, reassuring light. Shapeless shadows lingered on the creamy ceiling, navy walls, burnished wooden beams and floorboards, sparing the few bits of ornate furniture in this room, but not the source of her discomfort.
Standing at the foot of the king-sized bed, an intimidated female swallowed audibly. Staring at immaculate cotton sheets taut over a firm mattress, slim fingers pulled nervously at flimsy lavender silk, wrinkling the thin material. She had followed the instructions of her aunts, and wearing this made her feel almost embarrassingly naked.
Duty. Tradition. It was either this, or become caged like Neji the very next day. Her father had finally agreed to make this arrangement to save her from the combined family council’s ultimatum, as the dateline drew closer, but being married to Uchiha Sasuke presented an unexpected problem in itself. He was distant and not inclined to conversation, but she could cope. It was the transparency of civility plastered over scorn, which was a thorn in her side. The brooding avenger was the very embodiment of his home, which she pitied.
Dark, gloomy, spacious to the point that its silences made the emptiness too loud for one person to be at ease... suppressed secrets and a blanket of sadness lined with vengeance seemed to permeate every slat and brick of this house. Perhaps this house had become paralysed with fitful slumber, waiting for the day when it would awaken once more and blossom into joyous life. A necessity she was expected to start contributing to, this very night with her husband.
Husband. That last word made her shudder and step backwards involuntarily. How long did a man take to bathe anyway- The door creaked open. Oh. He was done at last. It only increased pensiveness. Taking a deep breath and forcing a small smile to her face, Hinata slowly turned towards the expressionless man framed in the doorway.
Eh? He was not wearing any sort of nightclothes, but was shrouded in a black cloak patterned with red flumes mimicking clouds. Holding a rose-splattered ceramic teacup in one hand and yellow bowl in the other, his gaze made her feel like an animal being studied in an experiment. All this was not as disconcerting as the air about the other, especially the way he carried himself. A deadly self-satisfaction came from absolute confidence, combined with frightening detachment and predatory calm- This man wasnotNOTSasuke-
If that woman became any paler, Itachi would have thought she was anaemic. Her body language was even more revealing than one foolish little brother, the way those pupil-less eyes widened, as his brother's wife began to retreat away from him with measured footsteps. The Byakugan and the Sharingan would be such a potent combination.
"What have you done to my husband?"
The slight tremor in that question amused him. If a silly weakling had been able to kill him before embarking on restoring the clan, this ludicrous situation would not exist. Then again, judging by how devastatingly Uzumaki Naruto had emotionally castrated the younger Uchiha, Sasuke was likely to be a failure in this marriage bed. No one else knew about it except for Kisame, who'd gleefully spied on the two jounins in his free time and divulged every interesting detail.
"He's unable to rise to the occasion for tonight so as his older brother, I decided to stand in."
Noting her clenched fists, the dangerous gleam in her narrowed eyes told him that she was considering attacking him. Hm, he’d never fought a Hyūga before, but the last thing this Akatsuki member needed was to risk being injured by their specialized taijutsu techniques.
"The unharmed groom is being watched over by my allies at this point. If I do not return, they will ensure he takes my place as an S-Class nin. If you resist, I will deliver his corpse to the doorstep by sunrise. Should you mention any of this to anyone, just think of the shame that would befall your new family..."
True fear was a splash of icy water, followed by the psychological bucket of inevitability landing squarely on her head. Defeat was a sobering punch to her gut. The monster responsible for murdering his clan was right before her. From the stories told by other Leaf-nins, she was certain that in combat, he was more than her match. She mentally debated the options, despite subconsciously knowing the inevitable outcome.
Pacing in noiselessly, the twenty-six-year-old shinobi placed the cup and bowl on the small bedside cupboard. Turning towards the unmoving figure, unblinking redness noted a pleasing silhouette teasingly concealed by translucent silk. His attention to detail dispassionately took in the outline of gentle peaks against the garment, shifting to the faint triangular shadow between gentle curves of her thighs. Hm, this distance was not conducive to his objective. One hand was extended towards her, palm up.
"Please."
That one word sounded like a courteous request. It was hard to believe this missing-nin had just blackmailed her with Sasuke's life, and was Sasuke's brother. After Sasuke had defied Orochimaru, the Hokage wanted to cure the blight on the jounin's soul, and had given him another objective to consider. A bashful twenty-year-old Hyūga could not understand why the former Leaf-turned-Sound-turned-Leaf-nin would agree to this arranged marriage, when he despised what he perceived as weakness. Why did he not accept Sakura instead?
I am weak indeed. I couldn't even protect him from being kidnapped...Resigned and vowing not to show any more weakness before this intruder, she walked over to face him by the bed.
Taking her right wrist, he pulled on it. The mattress sagged beneath their weight as the two sat down on it, feet still on the ground and knees barely touching. Watching averted eyes in a face carefully emptied of emotion and noting the stiff spine, he recognized a person rigorously schooled in the strict tenets of duty, discipline and tradition. To abide by rigid rules so staunchly without rebelling or displaying true reaction spoke of admirable endurance. It was also possibly stupidity, for being unable to throw off unnecessary ties and stand up for oneself. He'd secretly observed the two during the wedding rites though, and there was something that he wanted to know.
"Why marry Sasuke? From the way you two interact, he does not mean much to you. What or who are you protecting?"
The mild-mannered civil enquiry coupled with an insight she had not expected was an arrow to her gut, as unnerving as his lack of contempt right from the beginning. She could not tell him. Why wasn't he like Sasuke? It was hard to see this one labelled as a barbaric outlaw, when his behaviour contradicted and confused so continuously. What could she say? Hanabi’s confirmation as heir had sealed her fate? She suspected Sasuke pitied his childhood playmate as much as she did him, thus he had done this because beneath all that coldness, there was a hidden capacity for kindness and compassion as he had demonstrated on more than one occasion? She felt responsible for him and had come to care for the man, even if she might not adore him like Naruto. There were times when it did not seem so bleak.
"I have hope of changing things between us. It is the only way."
Itachi recognised a clever woman versed in the diplomacy of too many nuances, wielding her gentle manners and cleverly-simplified words as keenly and poetically as a shield. She had chosen not to give the most accurate answer, but replaced it with a different truth of almost-similar value. Here was someone who cared enough to fill the dearth in his character. This one obviously felt protective towards Sasuke. Why had she consciously chosen to clip her own wings, despite knowing what it would entail? Had her father gone senile, not choosing her to be the heir to Hyūga? Grudging respect and empathy and a mixture of other emotions surfaced into his consciousness, inexplicably starting to make the older Uchiha uncomfortable.
Seeing a mildly tanned hand reach towards her forehead, the demure kunoichi flinched. It came to rest on her brow instead, casting a shadow over her eyes.
"This calls for a proper introduction. I am Itachi."
"I am Hy- Hyūga Hinata."
Their eyes met and for a moment, there was mutual understanding. Despite them being shaped by different circumstances and views, two opposing worlds with their own strengths could respect each other in such a short time.
"Close your eyes and try to relax."
So saying, cool fingers brushed her lids, which slid downwards in response.
Devoid of sight, all she could do was feel. Consideration from his hands guided her into a supine position on her back, pillows propped beneath her head. Faint whisper of steel against silk was a surprised, as it became marginally cooler. The mattress beneath her right leg rose as he got off, followed by some indefinable sounds. Curious, she took a peek.
A strangled squeak was impossible to suppress, as she saw her brother-in-law stripping off his clothes into a neat pile. Unaware of the dark blush staining her cheeks, mesmerized eyes stared at the almost naked man. His skin was as fair as hers. Lithe torso devoid of excess fat, interplay of muscle and bone emphasising well-proportioned shoulders and chest, a flat stomach and his abdomen- I should have kept my eyes shut! Gulping hurriedly and closing them tightly again, never had Hinata been so flustered or more awkward. Her stomach felt weird.
Itachi resisted the urge to chuckle, as he returned to the bed and studied her. Hyūga Hinata was not classically beautiful but had delicate features coloured with the last remnants of sweet girlishness. Childlike innocence not tainted by flirtatious posturing was refreshing and hard to find. She was the first woman to appeal to him after… Well, he couldn’t remember when one ever had in a tasteful way.
Climbing onto the mattress, he straddled her while pushing away the ruined fabric before lying on top of her, hands on either side. Her next question tickled him immensely.
“Uh… w-what am I suppose to do?”
Faint stirrings of arousal struck him at that question. He did not regret knocking out Sasuke for this. She, on the other hand, could detect no malice or condescension in soft laughter. How could one so beautiful be despicably evil? His intimately uttered answer in her ear was disturbing to this Hyūga .
“Trust me.”
Kissing closed lips with his own, he paused and waited, lips closed against hers. As her lips became less grim, his tongue gently traced her bottom lip. Such gentleness resulted in pale pink lips parting, so he could slide his tongue in. Following instinct, she let his tongue explore her mouth, soft and relaxed and dizzying. They lost track of time. Tenderness melted into passion as she became used to the sensations, responding by running her hands up and down his back. In turn, he stroked the arch of her neck while cupping one breast, running a thumb in concentric circles around an aureole, feeling the pleasurable shudders in the body beneath his.
This was not enough. She wanted more. He could feel her thighs part slightly and push upwards against his hips.
Cupping her hips, he began to move downwards. Stopping to suck dark pink nipples and swirl his tongue around them, fleshy pink nubs became firmer and tighter, while his fingers caressed the skin of a very sensitive area lower down. Soft whimpers satisfied him enough to move on. Pausing at the juncture of her thighs, he smiled inwardly. Having nagging female relatives helped, especially when they were the ones who had probably removed the pubic hair.
Both hands slowly moved sideways inwardly to rest on her inner thighs, as his thumbs parted the lips of the clitoris. Running his tongue gently over to outline the area, he heard her inhale raggedly. Pressing his lips to the shape he’d defined, he began to trace the kanji for ‘Uchiha’ over damp skin with the tongue.
Whatever he was doing to her down there- Was definitely affecting her ability to think and breathe. Why did her thighs feel damp, why was her body not listening to her- There was a pause. Opening her eyes, she glanced downwards. Then she was clutching his shoulders and forgetting to exhale, at the feel of something hard carefully sliding inside her… what was he-it feltsoooooooogoooooooood…
Sensually-curved lips quirked further at amazed moans from his partner, as he continued pressing and circling a certain spot inside her. She was quick at getting wet, now begging with her hips for more of his tongue inside her, almost ready to be fucked, moisture leaking from her cu- Two fingers took over, sliding into her cunt, cushioned all the way to the second knuckle, pressing inside and against the front wall of her vagina. Rhythmic, hard, enjoying her screams because she no longer stopped herself moving her body so wantonly against his fingers, greedy and swift and inoutinoutINoutininIN- Time to claim her. Pressing his lips close to her impending peak of orgasm, he began sucking. While doing so and gradually increasing the intensity, his tongue pushed into her with ruthless abandon.
Curling fingers were now tangled in his hair, even as the expressions of pleasure became louder and incoherent- She was close to coming- With a final slight modification, tongue thrusts became deep and forceful, as his fingers squeezed her breasts.
For a split second, everything was oblivion, except for mind-shattering ecstasy. As everything shuddered back into focus, she was dimly aware of him pulling himself up and to the side, picking up a cup and sipping from it.
Then he was whispering huskily into her ear of all the things he wanted to do. Raspy lack of restraint sent a yearning shiver throughout her body. His words were hypnotizing, as he told her how he would have her any way he desired; how she had the hottest tightest cunt and he wanted to fuck her mindless, how orgasmic she sounded, making him want to suck her again. Things he wouldn’t do, until she made it damn clear she knew whom she wanted.
Wisps of jet-black hair caressed exposed flesh as Itachi dipped his head. Pressing lips ardently to a tightening nipple, he sucked on the jutting tip while playing with it and using his tongue. Digging oval nails into the broad back, parted hips moved against his restlessly. His name on her lips sounded so sexy. He badly wanted to come in her mouth but no matter, coming inside her was the first step. He was certain she would suck him off later, when he had shown her how much pleasure cound be obtained when he was in charge, and after fucking her in at least two other different positions.
Moulding the tense lines of his body against hers, his lips recaptured hers once more. She was honey and rock salt candy, to his tongue and mind. As cool fingers skimmed over taut flesh, he heard her frustrated moans. Generating a delicious shared mixture of want and pleasure, Hinata involuntarily shifted against him. Every action she carried out threatened his self-control.
Something hard was pressing against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Before she could wonder more deeply about it, her legs were widely pushed apart.
“Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”
Absolute command in a deep baritone sent a shiver down her spine, as she complied. He was poised above her, dark eyes savoring every bit of emotion as he took a moment to steady himself. Amazement, uncertainty, gradual enlightenment as to what she really craved- Disrupted by the pain of his erection pushing much deeper than his tongue, almost leaving her breathless. Kissing her nose and staying still helpedher became accustomed to this invasion. It was marginally uncomfortable, so the inexperienced bride attempted to modify that condition. Wriggling slightly made him pause. Lifting her hips nearly took his breath away and as she halted, a raw sound issued forth from him.
“Dothat…again…”
“L-Like this?”
Repeating the movement elicited a groan from him. Being encased within tight wetness, squeezed from every angle whenever he wanted to be as deep as he could go into her, it was more than he could bear. Itachi was moving with her, ensuring each time they came together only induced her to writhe more wantonly beneath him.
Hinata matched him stroke for stroke, becoming aware of the pace he was setting, her body hungry for a conclusion she had never known. Arching into forceful thrusts, dry lips pressed fervently against her throat, broad hands forcefully gripped her hips and clasped her against him. The pain was now pleasure, generating heatagainandagainandagaingainaininnn- Incoherent cries mingled with ragged gasps to become indistinguishable, as they coupled feverishly on rumpled bed sheets.
Then she was toppling over the edge of sanity, dimly registering the sound of her name, his climax not far behind. Reflecting his shudders, she was dimly aware of a hot flood of stickiness easing the tension of his firm body, as he came to a shuddering halt inside her. Sharing herself with him more intimately than she had ever imagined… She wanted more. Wait, what? Why?
Now that the first raging tidal waves of lust had been slaked, snaking play of his tongue about hers was coupled with an unfamiliar sensation. Slow softness not quite masked by his skill made her breathless, mind reeling. What was that? It sent a different type of yearning through her, as if somebody was tickling the insides ever so gently with a feather duster.
“That’s not enough.”
“??”
Confusion was writ plain over satisfaction, as her partner propped himself up on one elbow to stare into dark-fringed eyes. The look he gave matched his feral tone, raw with an edge that seemingly made her heart beat faster.
“I want all of you…”
Lowering his head, his lips traced a slender jaw-line with teasing kisses that morphed into playful nibbling.
“Body…”
Broad hands sensually stroked the slender outline of her upper torso, restless lips tracing a path down her vulnerable throat, sandpaper roughness sliding over fluid dips and curves.
“Mind…”
Need was rekindled once more. Hinata arched against her loving tormentor, moaning as she embraced him. Luxuriating in helplessness was an unbearable torment, as a relentless mouth aroused each relaxed breast back into stiff, peaking nipples.
“Soul…”
He was still limp inside her, but as moments passed, she could feel rigidity returning to his semi-flaccid penis. Then he was firmly raising her legs and holding them wider, pushing her knees closer to her chest, wrapping her legs high about his waist and sliding deeper, delighting in her shocked gasps while encouraging her forwardness. Being boxed in had never been more enjoyable.
“Aaa…….”
She felt like a spring being wound tighter and tighter, rapturous pleasure building up as Itachi kissed her longingly, his lust affecting her more than she could imagine. The deliberate slowness with which he moved was agonizing, making her implore him for relief that he withheld.
Judging from the brazen press of her lips against his mouth as he covered her body with his sweaty body, she was only too willing to comply. Something inside her broke. Feeling the sensuous pressure of questing hands and starving mouth touching her naked skin and intimate areas, Hinata offered herself up completely to his mercy. He sensed the change in meaning. The intoxicating combination of lips, hips and generosity shut out everything else inside Itachi, as he enthusiastically accepted her unconditional surrender. All perception was lost, except for awareness of their absorption in each other.
More than an hour later, he knew she had completely surrendered and was unforgettably his, when he finally pulled her to her knees, and made her bend forward to brace herself on her hands on all fours, rounded buttocks raised invitingly off the bed towards him. Standing behind her, he pushed himself into her, revelling in pillowy stickiness of having come inside her three times- The memory of her eager lips wrapped around his cock shortly before this was almost addictive, her willingness to suck him off and whimper as he thrust roughly in and out of her mouth, spilling white and sticky and messy across her lips and breasts, watching her swallow-
Hinata could no longer pretend she was doing this solely for Sasuke. She knew she had admitted it to this man, when she wordlessly and spontaneously decided to make Uchiha Itachi come in her mouth, with no more than him giving a slight tug of her head towards his groin. She had no advantages with this dangerous man but to make him remember her, and if she was going to do that, she would have to whore herself for him. He was the first man she had ever had sex with, and he had made it good for her. In turn, if she would be sore, so would he, in all senses of the word.
His back would remember her nails. His brain would remember her willing surrender, turning her from virgin to whore, only for him. And she told him only the second half of that sentence, as he arched and growled and bit her throat without drawing blood, before ejaculating for the second time of many times inside her, this very night.
She had not known it could be so pleasurable to have a man strain and moan, as he plunged inside her with a violently reckless abandon which was unexpectedly satisfying, pouring his spent energy into her. Initial soreness was forgotten, as she became accustomed to the size and pressure of his cock stoking and stroking her into fierce desire, his sweat mingling with hers, broad hands on her butt cheeks pulling her closer, as he reached a peak only by repeatedly shoving his cock in and out of her, to prove and confirm her lack of resistance to him.

In this short period of time, assessing the situation quickly, she had decided. Only by physically surrendering to him for this night, could she own him. Only by making him think he had won, could she gain an advantage with him he could never have imagined. And to cement this, she had to ensure he would get her pregnant. If only he did not give her so much pleasure to do so...
Yes- She nearly hissed with guttural pleasure through clenched teeth, as he filled her from a different angle. She wanted to squeeze him dry, feel the familiar movements and sounds of his lust, as he became addicted and intoxicated with possessing her and making her enjoy pleasing him. She had not known her body could have such sensitive nerve endings, and so many- Yes. Like that. OhItachi-

Damn. Itachi knew he was in trouble, watching her wriggle her ass invitingly to accommodate him, firm asscheeks pushed tight against his stomach, as she let him fuck her from this angle. She had obviously been a virgin with him, and she was obviously enjoying the fruits of no longer being a virgin. Tighthotpussy. Wet.Wanton.Goooooood. What would she be like, sitting atop him, riding him and milking him for all he was worth- She had been willing to do anything he wanted.

Was she aware of the power she was wielding with him? Two ninja at the peak of their physical prowesses needed a lot of exertion for sexual satisfaction. He recognised the dangers she posed to him, but he did not have the willpower to stop. She was his for only one night, and he would damn well make sure every orgasm for her was unforgettably him.

The way she gasped his name, broken sounds of need emanating from her mouth as he pounded into her- The sight and sound and feel was too much, and he came quicker than he had intended. The bed needed a rest at some point. He had plans for her against the wall and door. And he intended to teach her ass to accommodate his cock.
Dying candlelight illuminated the two coming together in varying positions, exploring and touching and kissing and caressing as if they were the only two people left on this earth, with a feverish passion borne of the moment.
The only sound, apart from the hoot of a black owl perched on a branch outside a window and the mingled invocations of sweaty rapture, was the creaking in worn bedsprings and a clueless door protesting the combined weight of two bodies.
*******
Watching the exhausted woman sleep in his arms, her cool cheek was pressed against his chest. This maddening creature had been everything beneath his touch. Warrior, seductress and innocent… she had wept, convulsed and climaxed in his embrace. The scent of slaked desire mingled with the impending air of dawn. He adored this one who had been so teasingly submissive and strong, indulging him even as he vented all repressed emotion upon her time and again. He could feel his teeth marks in her delicate skin covering one frail shoulder, just like he could also feel multiple repeated shallow scratches marking his back from her fingernails.
He had never felt so contented. This one was wiser than he had surmised in their little chats between bouts of physical exertion. A suitable wife to bear his heirs- Where did that thought come from? Dark eyes lingered on the female he had worshipped with his body. Shaking his head in reaction to uneasiness, he decided to take a little nap, even as she snuggled closer.

*******
The sun had not yet risen. And he had to leave.
His body ached in a manner he did not mind. No doubt she would be just as sore and weary to top it off.
Reaching out for the lukewarm honey water, he sipped a mouthful, sloshed it around and spat into the bowl. Looking down at his companion, a frown appeared.
He was only ensuring the clan had descendants, nothing more. Something he would bear strongly in mind, in order not to get sidetracked. His gaze lingered over the sleeping figure. Mussed locks, so black they were tinged with blue, were sprawled every which way over crumpled pillows; trusting vulnerability defining the enticing lines of the nude figure against his. An index finger traced the line of an eyebrow, the arch of a nose, the curve of a lip… All went black again. Closing his eyes, he waited for the temporary randomness to pass. It was a sharp reminder of a certain deteriorating condition, and the importance of that situation in relation to everything else.
"Mmm…”
Tired eyes groggily opened; dark lashes blinking before remaining still, as she greeted him.
“Good morning…”
Looking at handsome familiarity brought back memories from the night before. He had been demandingly insatiable. Making her run the whole gamut of actions from begging wantonly to whimpering rapturously, this unfathomable man who was not her husband had just given the most exhilarating workout of her life. The sting of guilt was sharper than expected.
Reaching out for the cup, he passed it to her whereby she repeated the procedure he had just carried out. Putting the crockery aside, she smiled fleetingly at him. Reality was starting to intrude. Her happiness made him want to stay. Resisting the urge to reciprocate her smile, he would just have to settle for a token to remember her by.
Their kiss made him feel… mellow inwardly instead of the usual animalistic craving to lose himself completely inside that delightfully fuckable body. Itachi felt her arms come up to circle his waist and back, pulling him closer as their mouths fused more yearningly since their tongues had come into play. Like some forgotten sweet from his childhood, the experience only made him want to preserve it.
Not another fierce battle of wills but the erotic dance of desire between two tongues had become graceful, weirdly aching, unexpectedly tender… as if two opposing chakras were now the same wavelength and intensity. There was the distinctly unsettling feeling of flowing into the other, without beginning or end.
He suddenly could not bear it. Now he wanted to kill his younger brother. Every moment with her increased the agony of their parting.
“Hinata-”
“Shh…”
So much revealed anguish in those unique eyes, and then she began to cry softly against his chest. Swallowing hard, he whispered into her hair.
“I endure… only as long as you do. Promise me that you will live even after I-we are apart.”
“I promise… I-Itachi…”
Then he was pressing down hard at certain points on her throat, rendering her unconscious, before he went about making their night of passion look like rape. Having to bruise that throat already marked by his lust momentarily made him want to throttle himself. The cup and bowl went flying out the window. A few holes appeared in the walls. All other bits of furniture apart from the bed were shattered. He resisted the sudden urge to howl in rage. Too bad he couldn’t tear apart the house. Sasuke had to be misled or else life might become very unbearable for her. Another crime added to a list of grievances, and would further motivate the foolish jounin into fully attaining revenge.
When he was done, the S-Class missing-nin swiftly put on his clothes and ensuring the 'ropes' that bit into and bound her wrists to opposite bedposts were convincingly knotted, he bent over and brushed a lingering kiss against delectably swollen lips. The thought of leaving was akin to a knife being twisted within his chest.
A lone trickle of glistening saltwater remained on a wan cheek.
“Take care of our child…”

Next up: Sasuke and Hinata have to deal with the aftermath... Trying to define their relationship.
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